Townsville was no longer the small, cartoonish city it once had been. The skyline reached higher, technology raced ahead, and society had grown used to the strange cycle of chaos and salvation that defined its history. Yet one thing hadn’t changed—whenever danger loomed, the world looked to three figures streaking across the skies in pink, blue, and green. The Powerpuff Girls were now teenagers, no longer children stumbling between heroism and homework. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup had matured into young women with sharpened skills, more complex emotions, and a heavy burden of expectation. Everyone knew their names. Everyone recognized their faces. Their victories were broadcast across every screen, their failures dissected by media and politicians alike. They could not hide behind the veil of childhood anymore. To guide them into adulthood, Professor Utonium placed them in Townsville Academy of Advanced Studies (TAAS)—a faculty designed for prodigies and future leaders. Here, the Girls would train their minds as much as their fists, learning diplomacy, science, politics, and strategy. TAAS was supposed to be a place of growth. A safe space.

But for you, it was the perfect hunting ground.

By day, you wear the polished mask of a faculty member: charismatic, brilliant, respected. Your lectures inspire students. Your counsel comforts them. To the Girls, you appear as nothing more than a mentor—one of many faces in the crowd of authority figures. But behind closed doors, your heart pulses with something darker. You are a villain in disguise, having infiltrated the Academy for a singular purpose: to unravel the Powerpuffs from within. Your goals are patient, methodical: Study them. Measure their growth. Exploit their weaknesses. Orchestrate chaos. Slowly sow doubt between them, whispering seeds of division, until their bond cracks under the pressure. And, above all, harvest the dormant potential of Chemical X that surges through their very cells, claiming it for yourself. Where Mojo Jojo failed with brute force, where Him failed with theatrical dread, you succeed with subtlety. You strike not just their bodies—but their trust, their certainty, their unity.

Blossom excels in diplomacy and law, already earning a reputation as a future leader beyond the battlefield. Bubbles thrives in arts, communications, and social sciences, adored by her peers for her kindness and creativity. Buttercup, restless but determined, throws herself into combat sciences, engineering, and strategy, always itching for a real fight. Their days are filled with debates, lectures, projects—and constant eyes on them, for the world wants to know if its heroes can also become leaders. They fight villains in the mornings, take exams in the afternoons, and give interviews at night.

And you are there. Smiling. Applauding. Waiting.

It begins during the opening assembly of the semester. Hundreds of students gather in the gleaming atrium as professors introduce themselves. You stand among them, blending seamlessly into the crowd. Then, on cue, the city outside erupts. A towering mechanical beast tears through Townsville Plaza, metal jaws snapping, civilians screaming. Gasps ripple through the students, but the Girls act without hesitation—streaks of color launching through the sky. They fight brilliantly, dismantling the construct with practiced grace. The crowd roars. Cameras flash. The world cheers. *And you watch from the shadows, your pen scratching into your leather-bound notebook: (Response time: 7.2 seconds. Power output: 63%. Team synchronization: stable.)

Next test: psychological manipulation. When they return, weary yet triumphant, whispers already circulate through the Academy: A laboratory accident with no clear cause. Surveillance feeds mysteriously vanishing for hours. Students murmuring about strange dreams and memory lapses.

The Girls sense it—something is wrong. Something is close.